4731J-3 Ch. 05

T'vor grinned as she watched Councillor Troi being helplessly demolished on Torgo'li's ramrod. Part of the reason she'd given the snooping, self-important councillor the position of First Contact Specialist was to put her front and center, ensuring her hard use for the ensign's entertainment. Watching Wesley getting his anus pummelled into the next quadrant was a bonus, but the thought of the main event, her own hard violation, almost made her giggle with anticipation. Before that could happen, however, it was her responsibility to get as many of her team fed as possible. For this reason, she laid her hand on the shoulder of the smaller woman and spoke a few words of leadership.

"Ensign, I believe Torgo'li is about to cum. Now would be a good time to make yourself available."

"Uhh..." Ogawa replied while stepping uncertainly forward.

Beverly fought the waves of erotic pleasure swamping her body and mind, barely able to focus on Wesley's sphincter as Quogar's pelvis repeatedly jarred it until her son was suddenly lifted free. The Mongo's loud, wheezing huffs had suddenly processed through her orgasmic cognitive center, telling her it was time to suck his cock for all the cum she could swallow. With a mighty effort of will, she pushed herself up and back to her feet, wrapping her hands around Quogar's throbbing cock. She fastened her lips to his cockhead just in time for the first delicious, thick and gooey spurt to fill her mouth.

"Mmmm-(gulp)-mmmmm-(gulp)-mmmm-(gulp)-mmmmm..."

Wesley's body landed in a heap beside her, his trembling form unheeded by his mother who greedily swallowed howling Quogar's ongoing shots of jism, stroking the alien cock as her life depended on it. Barely aware of who and where he was, Wesley wondered why his mother wasn't helping him. She was normally so attentive and concerned about his wellbeing that it was almost to the point of being an embarrassment, but now she only cared about drinking the alien's jizz.

Beside her, Dr. Crusher's nurse also greedily swallowed the heavily spurting goo from a Mongo's huge testicles while eagerly stroking the biggest and most beautiful shaft she'd ever seen. The load was delicious and she could feel it strengthening her even as she lewdly gulped like the little whore 4731J-3 had turned her into. This was when the memory of what had happened to her during their last meeting with inhabitants of this world came back.

Alyssa stopped sucking, lifting her head as her busy hands slowed to a stop and the cobwebs of her bimbification partially cleared. Two shots drenched her forehead and hair before she quickly went back to swallowing the all-important stuff, now better understanding the opportunity T'vor had given her.

Above her, Torgo'li's tail still squirmed in Deanna's anal cavity, causing the councillor's sudden, squirting orgasm. In a state of shock, it was the only thing Deanna could feel and it served to bring her around to reality once her whimpers and weak cries had abated. The first thing she saw was the top of Ogawa's head. The nurse was loudly gulping Torgo'li's cum as fast as she could, jerking and rubbing for all she was worth as a clot of the gooey stuff ran down the bridge of her nose.

Then she was gone, Torgo'li's deep groaning now also absent as she was turned to face outward. She saw her Warrioress observing with an amazed arousal, rubbing her sex through her panties as her host's tail suddenly vacated her anus. Deanna's jaw haltingly fell, eyes bulging when she realized what was about to happen, but before she could make an impassioned plea for help, it did.

"Urk!" she throatily declared as she was firmly seated on the end of Torgo'li's menacingly wide cockhead.

T'vor watched with great interest as, like Quogar had done with Wesley, Torgo'li allowed the councillor's own weight to slowly fuck her right up her pleasantly plumb posterior.

"Ahhhh-hhhhhh-hhhhh!" the empath cried out in a rough, gravelly scream, a strangely surprised expression on her face as her eyes glazed over. Her legs were spasmodically kicking again as she repeated a shorter, weaker scream of horror and pain. From there, she only made short croaking sounds as she slowly slid down his perfectly shiny and hard, chocolate brown pole until her cheeks flattened against his lower abdomen.

From a safe distance, Ogawa fell to her hands and knees, belching loudly. A moment later, she was on her back, experiencing life flowing from her stomach to the rest of her body.

"Delicious and satisfying," she happily crooned.

Turning her head in the moss, her smile remained as she watched Councillor Troi's ass being destroyed as it played bouncy ride on Torgo'li's cock. Long, black hair flying everywhere on her lolling head, Troi was brokenly whimpering as she bounced like she'd paid for the ride. Incredibly, she came again, her naked sex squirting and spraying as her legs twitched and jerked with her useless arms.

Wesley had also managed to pull himself away, though not out of reach of Quogar's tail. His hope was that merely being out of the Mongo's immediate notice would suffice as this was all he could physically manage. His anus felt stretched wider than his mouth, even if he opened it as far as he could. The pain was beyond all proportions and he knew there was no way he could stand, jaggedly wondering if he ever would again.

He looked to his mother, the doctor, her heavily lidded eyes and cum splashed lower face. She seemed barely able to stand, lurching away with an unladylike belch while carefully avoiding his eyes.

"A-and which of you will... will next drink of my semen?" Quogar asked.

Wesley relaxed when T'vor stepped forward wearing only a welcoming smile, stepping up when it really counted.

"Ready yourself, meghan," Quogar warned.

His tail wrapped around Wesley's ankle in less than a second, easily dragging him back despite Wesley's sobbing pleas. Quogar's powerful arms grabbed him, forcefully driving him back down over his waiting destroyer, picking up his merciless sacking of Acting Ensign Crusher's ass.

Ensign T'vor showed a mild frown at this turn.

Having enjoyed an intense orgasm, Dr. Crusher was presently experiencing the resulting clarity as she watched Councillor Troi bouncing and jerking on Torgo'li's cock. She seemed mostly out of it and Crusher found it hard to believe she'd even survived the kind of fucking she had. It was harder to believe the same thing had happened to her, though she at least could say she hadn't been sodomized by one of the great penises of this world.

Not yet, anyway. The risk was still there, more so for her because, though she'd already fed, it was her duty as a doctor to help Deanna do the same when it was Torgo'li's time. This effectively put her in the line of fire, but it was necessary and it was her duty as the Enterprise's Chief Medical Officer.

In the meantime, Quogar's cum was radiating healthy goodness from her tummy on out. It felt almost like a nice, full body stretch and the pleasure of being full on Mongo cum offset the risks she was taking with her own ass. The feeling became more intense, and she smiled as she regarded Deanna's beautifully full, naked breasts bouncing as she mindlessly drooled over them. Crusher was taking note of her colleague's long, fat, erected nipples when Deanna climaxed again, an uncontrolled squirting that came with what looked like a seizure. Moments later, Torgo'li lifted her from his cock, his wheezing, huffing breath a sign that his balls were about to erupt

And then Dr. Crusher was staggering to Deanna. The Betazoid's limp form was on her feet, but being held up by Torgo'li, his straining cockhead rubbing her slack jawed mouth as his wheezing huffs got louder and closer together. With Crusher's help, the huge cock began spraying sticky seed into Troi's mouth, her half open eyes flickering at the taste as the doctor encouraged her.

"Swallow, Deanna! Swallow, dammit!"

The first two shots filled Troi's mouth, but ran back out over her chin and down her chest. She somehow retained and swallowed the third shot and, as though she'd just saved a life, Dr. Crusher's shoulders relaxed. She sighed in relief when Troi managed to close her lips around the head to begin gulping it's now heavy torrents.

Wesley didn't feel himself hitting the ground the second time. The acting ensign was no longer conscious to watch T'vor erotically sucking the life giving jism his body had paid so heavily for. He'd lost consciousness some time previously, after he'd lost sight and hearing and the only thing that existed was pain.

When she was finished, T'vor looked up at Quogar, still stroking his shaft with a smile that would drive any Human male insane. Moments later, she was taking her turn atop it, the Mongo's large hand on the top of her head, gently pushing her down over his thick meat, forcing her vagina to hide the entire length. T'vor's long, husky groan of exquisite pain accompanied her full penetration and there was now no doubt in Crusher's mind that the ensign had no problems with being so roughly used and abused.

On a more mission oriented note, Councillor Troi had received an entire load of Mongo cum and she needed to be helped to a safer position. Crusher dragged the semiconscious, belching councillor towards Ogawa's location, hoping Torgo'li didn't decide he wanted another human female just then.

At a glance, Troi seemed to have weathered the brutal storm. She seemed somewhat lucid, at least in the sense that her eyes were open and moving. She wished she had her medical equipment, but only had time for a quick glance at her absurdly gaping anal cavity. Thanks to whatever had been mutating their bodies, there was no visual damage to this orifice, nor her well pounded vagina.

But then it was time for Crusher to put her ass on the line one more time. T'vor's heavily abused body was working Quogar up, and Wesley had yet to feed. Now that she looked, he didn't seem capable of helping himself in that regard.

He seemed unconscious.

Moving better now, Dr. Crusher tried to skirt the danger zone, attempting to quickly cross Torgo'li to get to Wesley. Something brushed the insides of her thighs, grabbing and tearing the crotch of her panties away in the same instant. Stopping up in surprise, she looked down to see only the bands of the leg holes wrapping around her crotch, her pale, pink pussy lips pushing out between them and oozing sticky, white goo.

She took a hurried step forward and was suddenly penetrated by Torgo'li's whipping fast tail, plunging deep into her anus as though it were shot from a bow. Crusher grunted, eyes bulging as she fell to her knees. In dogged determination, she continued towards Wesley's position, groaning and gasping on hands and knees as Torgo'li's tail fingers squirmed and flexed in places they had no business being. The unspeakable pleasure equaled the pain of her sudden penetration, both factors she did battle with as she crossed Quogar.

Crusher expelled another grunt as Quogar's tail stabbed her vagina, instantly filling her as she collapsed to the moss. Somehow getting back to hands and elbows, she heroically continued on her way, yelping and groaning, mouth wide open in the sexual shock of full double penetration.

"Huuuh! Huuuh! Wuuu! Wesliii!"

It was easier to pinch his nose with her thumbnail.

"Ahh-hhh...?!" the acting ensign whined in a low, broken tone without opening his eyes.

For Wesley, the world was a fairly small area. There was himself, an immediate space around him, and the fact that something had hurt him, but the merciful grip of unconsciousness hadn't yet completely let go. As sound began its slow return, it seemed as though a woman was wailing in the distance.

"Huu-ahhh, uhhh- gaaaaaaaa!" Beverly explained, grabbing a handful of bare skin at his side for a nice squeeze, allowing her nails to bite.

"Ahhhh-hhh!" Wesley protested, much more with it now and wishing he wasn't.

His anal cavity felt like he'd just taken a photon torpedo up the ass and the agony was beyond comparison. Weakly raising his head, he matched the wailing to the sight of T'vor being pummeled mercilessly on Quogar's thick club. She was seeping and spurting thick ejaculate as she orgasmed, eyes open and at least somewhat aware.

And then his mother was straddling his pelvis, trying to pull him to a sitting position. Her expression was one of shock, pain and pleasure, and when she tried to talk, it seemed all she could do was make short, halting groans and cries. After her first failed attempt, he noticed that both the Mongos tails were fucking her, the fabric crotch of her panties torn away to reveal one in each orifice.

"F-fff... Uhhhh-hhh! Ffffeeddd! Oh god, oh god, oh gaaaaaaaaa!"

Crusher's second attempt to get him off his back was a success. Slowly, awkwardly getting off him, she helped him to his knees. He seemed responsive enough and, while weak and shaky, he was able with her help to make his way closer to Quogar. The huffing Mongo seemed quite close now and Beverly wasn't sure she'd be able to get her son to his cock in time.

The squirming tails her body had taken were powerfully throbbing and undulating inside her, their fingers poking and caressing at this and that. Her anus felt painfully stretched to the limit, her vagina the same as she began feeling another orgasm in the making. Consideration of the punishment Councillor Troi's body had taken encouraged Crusher to count her blessings as she heroically dragged Wesley to Quogar's fountain of life.

Mother and son were able to reach him just as he was lifting T'vor free of his missile. With a last effort of will and a pre orgasmic groan, Beverly helped Wesley's lips to the great alien penis in time for the first hot splash of cum to fill his mouth. He soon began gulping it down as well as he could while T'vor staggered a few steps away before collapsing.

Crusher let go, allowing her chest to hit the pink moss, the side of her face resting in the warm, inviting cushion. Still on spread knees, her ass was left in the air for the two Mongo tails to continue fucking, Torgo'li chuckling in a deep tone while Quogar groaned and wheezed each heavy shot to Wesley's mouth. For the time being, her duty had been served and it was now time to brace herself for her onrushing, powerful orgasm.

While sucking and gulping, Wesley heard the desperate cries of his mother. He managed to turn a little so he could watch her cumming hard under the double penetrative onslaught to her crotch.

My logic is sound

The fact that neither Ensign Crusher, nor Councillor Troi could walk wasn't a problem. Quogar picked Wesley up, the young, acting officer wailing in fear before he was slung over the Mongo's shoulder. Torgo'li carried Troi in the same way while T'vor staggered along behind with a faraway smile on her face. Ogawa followed her while Dr. Crusher brought up the rear.

The doctor had Wesley's pack, the emergency beacon inside, but she wished she had a phaser in there as well. With renewed clarity, her instincts were telling her to be very careful with these lifeforms, and she wondered about T'vor's current state of mind.

As far as walking went, it became more comfortable the longer Crusher did it. She'd never had double penetration in her life, especially not like the one she'd received an hour before, but she wasn't kidding herself into thinking she was walking that physical assault off. No, it was the Mongo cum. Or the plasmic mist. If only she had her tricorder, if only she could take a scan of herself now while her cum supper was fresh and working on her system, while she had the clarity to make something of its readings.

In the meantime, she wondered at the differences between the Swampland Mongos and the Highland Mongos. They were alike in many ways, but also quite different. That kind of parallel evolutionary development was extremely rare and the differences between the Mongo species were much more apparent than with the usual examples.

The claws of the Highland Mongos were longer and pointier, much better suited for digging through the moss carpeted forest and peat underneath for whatever it was they gathered, food presumably. The Swampland Mongos, on the other hand, had shorter, rounder claws for the soft swamp bottoms and the mud islands. Also, their feet were wider than those of the Highland tribe, a handy evolutionary outcome for those who live in wetlands. Despite having spoken language, it was almost certain that both cultures were primitive, but this would become easier to judge once she saw their settlement. By that time, of course, Crusher would no longer have the clarity she currently had.

On the bright side, her hunger was completely satisfied and then some. Physically, she felt great. The initial giddy effect of the Mongo cum had worn off, but she wasn't sore from all the walking they'd been doing, or the previous evening's jog, and she wasn't in the least bit tired.

The settlement turned out to be as primitive as Crusher had expected it would be. Two rows of five, fair sized huts ran parallel to each other, separated by a long, approximately six meter wide clearing. It put her in mind of a street, and there was a larger, more important looking hut at the end of it. Torgo'li's party paused at the opposite end as other Mongos advanced, approximately twenty-five to thirty of them. An obviously usual greeting that consisted of hoots and complex hand gestures was interrupted at the sight of the Humans.

They paused, greetings forgotten as they stared at the newcomers in silence.

"We bring guests from afar!" Torgo'li announced.

The crowd was only marginally affected.

"And scarlies!"

Whatever scarlies were, Crusher couldn't help but notice the positive effect that news of their presence had. They came closer, saying hello, most of them showing their tongue as they stared at the bared Human female bodies, and it was a few minutes before Crusher noticed they were all male.

After many polite introductions were made, Torgo'li and Quogar set Troi and Wesley down for Crusher to check on as best she could under the primitive circumstances. They were both awake, coherent and ready to try standing. Once again, Crusher had to credit the Mongo cum for working a recuperative miracle as they managed to hold their feet with some help from her and Nurse Ogawa. While supporting his weight, Dr. Crusher couldn't help but notice Wesley's cock was now well over a foot long and over two inches thick. While checking Troi's vaginal gape, the crowd of Mongos went suddenly quiet, prompting all five officers to look around for the cause.

At the end of the settlement, one older Mongo stood in the door of the large hut. He wore some simple ornamentation of rocks around his neck as he stared towards the other end of the clearing with an air of authority.

"Speak, Torgo'li!" he commanded.

In a loud, proud tone, Torgo'li announced, "I have brought friends from afar! They are in need, and we can provide them that which they need! The Law of Squelchis demands it!"

"And what is it that these strangers need?!" the elder demanded, staring from one newcomer to the other.

"Their bodies cannot eat of our lands; they must have our semen to survive!"

For a very long moment, the elder stared intently at the away team as the crowd murmured and showed tongues at this news.

"Of Glarda'Qua, let it be!" the elder proclaimed, throwing his arms in the air.

The crowd seemed quite pleased with this, also throwing their arms into the air, but regarding the newcomers differently since learning of their needs. More tongues briefly lolled and licked as many arms were offered as assistance.